Lies Spun by Thee {sonnet}

I look at thee and see a web of lies,
A tale spun by thy cruel lips.
the truth diminished before mine eyes
The love gone, through my fingers it slips.
Behind the lies no truth prevails,
no wordily truth can be sought.
As the spiders web breaks and fails
I see with mine eyes that loves too short.
Now alone, destined to be chase,
As thou beg of my forgiveness
I brave a smile and wish another place
Where my heart can yet feel tenderness.
A fool I've been played for, my wounds open wide,
The cruel love that came forth, my heart broken and died.